Cory - You're a God

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"Oh yeah, baby," is all I can muster as I go at it with a blonde chick I met an hour ago. We locked eyes at the nightclub's bar. I bought her a drink and the next thing I know, she's leading me into the last stall of the women's bathroom.

"Don't stop," she pleads in a high-pitched voice as she breathes heavily. I pick up the pace as I get more and more turned on  – and even through my alcohol-fueled haze I manage to finally finish.

The girl whose name escapes me turns around and pees in the toilet, while I toss the used condom in the garbage intended for feminine products. You can kind of count a condom as a feminine product, right?

She pulls her bra down over her glistening, sweaty breasts, clasps it and puts on some lip gloss. "You're a God Cory. That was fun." She rubs her hand along my chest and kisses my cheek on the way out.

I zip up my pants and lean against the cool brick of the bathroom wall. Maybe I should get her number?

Oh fuck. What time is it? 3 am? My flight is in two hours. What if I just don't show up? Will anybody even notice?

My phone rings. It's Jeremy, my head coach.

"Where the hell are you? You were supposed to be on the shuttle bus twenty minutes ago."

"I'm driving myself. I'll be there as fast as I can."

"I need you here. And I need you focused on the races."

"Whatever, I've done this twice before. Don't treat me like a rookie."

"Don't forget I can pull you out of the line up anytime. I don't care that you're the World Champion in the Downhill and Super-G. If your head's not in the game, I don't want you here."

"Dude, you know I'm the best. I'll pull through like I always do."

"Just get here. Fast." He hangs up.

I head outside to the cold Colorado night. I light a cigarette and I stumble around until I eventually find my roadster. Now how the hell do I get to the airport?

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